I had a s-t-r-a-n-g-e-
experience with her a few years ago in Mill Hill. Really difficult to get to on an early saturday night. She herself pretty hot and don't she know it. The pre-shower; the whole shower rig seemed on its last legs, the main joint before the mixer was leaking ominously.
Anyway, .... the sex was good, full throttle stuff, no messing around. My impression was that I didn't impress her particularly, not that thats my problem. So, all done, back to the shower... the whole thing had come completely undone, floor flooding, pipe gushing, aah....
Full-on plumbing emergency. She went ballistic and blamed me, saying "well it was ok when I had a bath this morning.." The first slip: either she hadn't washed since then or was just plain lying. I got accused of ruining her saturday night by her having to stay in and get a call-out plumber at extortionate rates. Etc, etc. The silly thing was that it would have been quite simple and easy to fix with just a couple of pipe wrenches. Warning: let nobody be without those basic essentials. I offered to come back the next day and fix it. The offer was spurned... I eventually left and left her to it feeling guilt-tripped and pissed off. A text apology and regret from me a few hours later went unanswered.
Looking back on it, i felt that there was stuff going on that she wasn't revealing. She did say that the house belonged to friends, that she only had the use of it on saturdays. ok, but that doesn't explain anything. Another of life's mysteries. I didn't write it up on here at the time through not wanting to be outed by her in case of entrapment/blackmail possibilities. I'll let you know in a bit whether late confession is good for the soul...I've a feeling that not really.